The Silken Tassel/The Miracle of Love
The Miracle of Love
Oft have I felt within my heart a power
That throbs and makes my blood run in my veins;
’Tis thine, O Love! my sinking frame but gains
New life from thee to live from hour to hour.
That throbs and makes my blood run in my veins;
’Tis thine, O Love! my sinking frame but gains
New life from thee to live from hour to hour.
My soul e’er faces thine, like the sun-flower
That from the sun its beauty’s gold attains,
Or as the true forget-me-not ingrains
The heavenly blue—the sun’s resplendent bower.
That from the sun its beauty’s gold attains,
Or as the true forget-me-not ingrains
The heavenly blue—the sun’s resplendent bower.
Thou great Magician, wonderful, divine!
Who holdst my tongue, yet giv’st me power to sing;
Who mak’st me blind, and yet dost broaden my sight;
Who holdst my tongue, yet giv’st me power to sing;
Who mak’st me blind, and yet dost broaden my sight;
Who keep’st me deaf, except thy harp to string:
From the dust of a brute, to call me thine,
Thou mak’st me man to rise to godly height!
From the dust of a brute, to call me thine,
Thou mak’st me man to rise to godly height!